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Now, thou son of man, take up a lamentation for Tyrus; and say unto Tyrus, O thou that art situate at the entry of the sea, which art a merchant of the people for many isles, Thus saith the Lord God;

O Tyrus, thou hast said, I am of perfect beauty.
Thy borders are in the midst of the seas,
thy builders have perfected thy beauty.

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